Sunday, April 24, 2011

A Hindu holy man passed today. His name was Sathya Sai Baba. I was never a devotee of Sai Baba, but I did meet a man who was.

Several years ago, maybe 2005-2006, a friend and I had set up a table on the Portland, OR streets to do akashic clearings. We were both very new in this field, eager to clear past life energies, and took the opportunity to join the hundreds of people who swarmed the streets for Last Thursday on Alberta Street. It was a beautiful summer evening, the party had begun and we had staked out a prime corner spot.

We smiled at everyone that passed by, swung our pendulums and chatted and cleared anyone who stopped and sat with us, taking only donations. We probably talked to more people than we cleared but it was a profound experience for those that did stop long enough for a clearing. It was good for us to clear for people we had never met and see their reactions as we honed in on their exact patterns. I remember smiling a lot.

At one point my friend left the table to go and get something to eat. It was during that brief time period that I met him, this devotee of Sai Baba.

I saw him as he was crossing the street, an odd looking man with a monk's haircut, the kind where the top of the head is shaved. He smiled, said he was a monk and had no money and wondered what it was that I was doing. I told him we were donation only, no money required, and asked if he would like me to do a clearing for him. He sat down and told me his name was Hanuman, after the monkey god. This got me grinning because when I was a child my father called me Zippy the Monkey and here was this strange monkey god man sitting at my table. We chatted awhile and then he said Sai Baba was also with him. At the time I had never heard of Sai Baba and laughingly told him I would clear Sai Baba as well. There are many times I am naive, and this was a classic example. Yep, I am happy to clear this Hindu holy man!

I don't remember anything about that clearing, I rarely do, but when it was time for him to leave he wanted to gift me a picture of Sai Baba in return for the clearing. I took one look at that picture, this man with a halo of dark frizzy hair and dark piercing eyes, and said thanks, but no thanks. Plus, I was already up to my ears working with different entities. It wasn't until his third attempt to get me to take this picture that I finally relented and accepted a business card size picture of Sai Baba. It must have come from some type of calendar because on the back is the year 2001 and the months along with a listing of the holy days. I found out who Sai Baba was by asking other people if they had heard of him and those that knew him were shocked that I did not. Even after I became more familiar with who this man was, I never became a follower.

I still have that picture. This is odd because when I cleared the possessions of my previous life I discarded, gifted and sold countless items that meant more to me than this picture. And yet, it has been a traveling companion. I don't take very good track of it and will only stumble upon it when trying to find something else. Today I found it tucked amongst some business cards.

I felt a sense of joy at his passing and wonder at the timing, a day when so many are celebrating a resurrection. I felt the need to talk to him, to ask him how I might celebrate this day, his Passing Day. I wanted to celebrate by lighting candles, the same way we do to celebrate Birth Days.

So today his picture is prominently displayed and there are candles burning. It was he that came to me, for whatever reason, and I want to honor this strange union and the man who touched millions of lives. Mine was just one of those.

Friday, April 22, 2011

At the present moment I am immersed in five different books, with more on the way. I lie in bed for hours riding waves of consciousness and philosophizing with myself. It feels as though my understanding of the world is undergoing a dramatic shift and I will soon arrive within a different wave band.

I am reading Not in His Image (John Lamb Lash), The Morning of the Magicians (Louis Pauwels), The Divine Matrix (Gregg Braden), Archetypes of the Zodiac (Kathleen Burt) and for a little light reading, Dragonfly in Amber (Diana Gabaldon). I flit back and forth between books while also reading and watching videos on the internet of various subjects. I listen to Barbara Hand Clow,Drumvalo Melchizedek and watch videos of ECETI in Mt. Adams, WA. So much going on, who and what resonates....

I love these times of expansion, this quickening that is upon our planet. And then just as easily, I flip back and watch American Idol.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

I laughed until tears ran down my face. And then I did it again. And again. And again.

Maria, Todd and I have been spending a lot of time together. There is something about this combination that brings out the child in us and makes us giddy with laughter. Part of it is Maria's quick wit, part of it is Todd's boyish charm and the rest is just three youngest born children enjoying the moment to the fullest. I have not had this much fun since college when the trio consisted of my best friends Lindy and Fauver.

The thing about RV life is that the moments are fleeting. Someone always leaves. I don't believe it will ever get easier for me, but I have come to appreciate the moments that become the present time and to savor how precious that time can be.

If laughter prolongs your life, the three of us are now well into our thousandth year.

My son spins music and was playing at a local venue. Even though he didn't start playing until 10:45 PM, I didn't want to miss this opportunity to ride the vibrations of his music and so my friend Pamela and I put in a very late night.

It was as if I was allowed to hear and know the planet that he comes from, on a level that I never expected to experience. And having been allowed entry, I will never see him the same way again. I just don't know how to explain it. Thankfully my friend Pamela could experience it in the same way I did. None of the other music seemed to compare.

I watched him dance and interact with his peers. This child of mine who for a brief moment I did not recognize, and now know so fully.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

I have grown so accustomed to having Maria as my full time playmate that I miss her today when she is off busy with other things. So I call in on Todd, my new neighbor.

Maria and I had a good laugh when the Airstream we thought had left actually pulled into a site right across from us. Todd lives in that Airstream.

He is as kind as he is cute and tolerant of how obnoxious I can be after three Bass Ales in my belly. I am disappointed to learn he has a girlfriend that lives in China. I learned a lot about him when he spent time in Minnie tethering my new Droid phone to my computer. We have a few more weeks together and then he is off to Singapore.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I love being back in Eugene. I love the sights, smells and spices of life that feed all my senses. I love being able to hug my son and reconnect with dear friends. I love that Maria is once again my neighbor and that she is forever exploring back roads in search of a perfect parcel of land to call home.

I love the field of consciousness that has settled over me and the luxury of time that allows me to drift and float to my heart's content.

I love the woods, the birds and the Beings that are my backyard.

Creature of the Woods

My Backyard

I love the Saturday Market, organic food and fresh salmon. I love being able to drink such fine coffee and have fresh honey with my tea.

Friday, April 1, 2011

The small figure on the right is me, the human. The large, black anaconda on the left is the energy I am currently trying to process and integrate.

I know this anaconda. During my first cranial touch session several years ago this energy came through and threatened to turn me inside out. It was a sensation of such enormity and power, so alien, that I shut it down. It was too much, too soon. Later, when I tried to describe the experience, the only words that came close were that of an anaconda surging through the lower half of my body and if I allowed it full entry I would die.

I have thought about this anaconda many times over the years, wondering what would have happened if my fear had not shown up and halted the process. I wanted to call it back and ingest it in bite size pieces, I wanted to be the one in control. But I also wanted to once again experience that power surge, this time relaxing instead of fighting.

And so it is back. I am working with it this time, knowing that I can handle the integration process. I can rest when needed, walk when needed and ride this anaconda wherever it takes me.